"I..." Mia Linden was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, still avoiding Seraphina Quinn's question. "Miss Quinn, do some things really have to be spelled out so bluntly? I'm only twenty this year. How could I bring myself to say something like that out loud?"
Seraphina Quinn felt like she'd swallowed something worse than a dead fly.
She was so disgusted she felt nauseous.
She took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. "If you want Fairchild to take responsibility for you, aren't you talking to the wrong person?"
Though Mia Linden's voice was choked with sobs, her words were clear. "Miss Quinn, I haven't come to the wrong person. Fairchild only has eyes for you. If it weren't for you, he would definitely take responsibility for me. So..."
Seraphina Quinn sneered. "So, what?"
Mia Linden said, "So, if you could just clearly reject him, he would definitely... take responsibility for me."
